As you finished your breakfast for the day, made by yourself, you tried to think of whose turn it was today. You got up and took your dishes to the sink, China would get those later. As you started to walk to the deck you almost screamed.

It was Germany. And you didn't know whether or not he would act pervy, strict, or romantic. You shivered at the thought of romantic Germany. And once more for the thought of pervy Germany. You wondered if pervy Germany was just like the fangirls said he was. You didn't plan on finding out soon though.

"Are you okay, Da-ze?" You turned around at this voice. You knew it was South Korea. Who else would say 'Da-ze?' You were scared to turn around...what if he groped you again? Or worse...raped you!

"I-I'm f-fine." You stuttered as you slowly turned around. As you body faced the Korean, your head didn't. You were looking down.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he put a hand onto your shoulder. You looked up. He was smiling down at you. Oh damn, was that...cute. You then blushed as you felt your heart flutter. He was acting rather...unpervy and more...princely? No, Gentlemanly.(I had a fangirl dream about Korea. What if he was kinda like England? What if he was a gentlemen when you asked him to and a perv when you asked him to? Lol...I think this is my dream guy. Besides America; eat as much as you want and don't get fat, super cute, obnoxious, funny, sexy, BLUE POLICE!, and lastly just plain awesome/sexy/everything American! Back on topic now.)

"Uhh..." You said as you were at a lost of words. You stood there 'uh'-ing like an idiot as he stood there with a concerned yet, still smiling look on his face. How Kawaii.

"She's mine today. You're after Spain. Respect the oath." You literally shivered at the deep voice. (A German man had broke the tension.) Germany wrapped his arms around you from behind.

Oh shit...You were screwed.

Korea smirked before he spoke back to the German. "Fine. I'll just go stalk her on the internet like America does." The Southern Korean smirked, then smiled with a wink at you before he left the deck. As he walked out, a girl about two years younger then him walked onto the deck.

Liechtenstein. She smiled as she approached you two; with the German man still hugging you.

"Hello, Jessica, former Big Bruder." She nodded tot he two of you as she said your names. What was she doing here, how did she know your name, and did she just call Germany 'FORMER BIG BROTHER?'

As you looked at her with a look that was a cross between confused, fangirling, and surprised, she giggled.